we'd scream and rebel as blood flooded our minds and young girls would hide in shame as reality seethed from their cores. bitumen memorised grief and the buildings that protrude these city streets recorded every secret desecrated through shameful whispers....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] She says It’s easier for liars to say the truth hurts than for them to speak it. She says tear jerkin’ conversations are easier to conceive than the white flag confessions that come only when we’re caught...

Out of bullets, tears and blood shed I construct sense, my sense tenements are gentrified to make space for diplaced benefits and morals, misplaced by pens, a warrior's fist is an open hand asking for change, crumbs and overstanding. March...